The pharmacopeia of aging

            If I ever forget that age is creeping into my household, all I have to do is look into this particular kitchen drawer of medicines, supplements, boosters, and mystery magic pills. Every morning when I feed my dogs, who are much further into geriatric days than I am, I assemble a minimum of 13 various tablets, capsules, and gummies for the three of us. That’s on good days, when nothing is particularly painful, congested, or awry. I used to pride myself on taking nothing beyond food and drink. These things seem to creep up on you.
           
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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